Innate 13 کے بول

At times my empty and tangled eyes betray To believe this I need more than mere faith In this cold and desolate ward of mind Intoxicated truth I bear inside At times this shattered being is lost For it all is gone I've sharpened the blade in my dreams In alteration I have broken old entities In a kind of mental subtraction Everything fades and everything dies for a while Come my fierce and lonely grave Enter my bleeding dreams Come and be where it all ends Everytime when I surge inside The bleaker desire, more painful demise For aeons I've worn black spirit disguise For all things to come I shiver inside To taint the world with blood at times This shattered being is lost This endeavour is not worth all esteem As a birthmark I'm stained with number 13 For a desolate mind can't be divine All illusions can't last more than for a while Carved is a number into my skin imprisoned in all these cages